| Lyrics: | Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted rift
With the children of creation
futuristic dreams we sift
Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry
Any deadly
final answers that are surely doomed to die
Won't you help me Mr. Jesus, won't you tell
me if you can?
When you see this world we live in, do you still believe in Man?
If my
songs become my freedom, and my freedom turns to gold
Then I'll ask the final question, if the
answer could be sold
Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it
'Cause I've got no
reason to lie, yeah
Forget your problems that don't even exist
And I'll show you a way to
get high, oh yeah
Oh yeah!
So come along, you know you matter to me
Remember
freedom is not hard to find, yeah
Time to stop all your messing around
Don't you think
that I know my own mind, oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Why can't you believe, it's not here to
perceive
Do you always have to be told, yeah
For you have been taught that if your mind
has been bought
Life's entire answer was sold, oh yeah
Oh yeah |
